Annwyl Corinthiaid,
Daeth yr esgob draw fan hyn wythnos diwetha, yr hen ynfytyn. Yn anffodus mae hynny yn golygu y bydd rhaid imi ail-wneud y plymio trwy’r sied yn gyfan gwbl. Fyddet ti ddim yn dychmygu y gallai coludd un dyn yn achosi cymaint o lwgr, a phan ddechreuodd popeth ollwng – ond byddai’n well imi beidio parhau, efallai.
Felly, os oes rhif ffôn plymiwr da gyda chi, buaswn yn ddiolchgar tasech yn ei anfon ataf. A peidiwch ag anghofio’r bwyd cathod.
Sut mae traed Sioned nawr?
Dymuniadau gorau,
Dewi Sant x
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Dear Corinthians,
The bishop came over here last week, the old fool. Unfortunately that means I will have to completely re-do the plumbing throughout the shed. You couldn’t imagine that one man’s intestines could cause so much havoc, and when everything started leaking – but perhaps it would be better for me not to continue.
So, if you have the phone number of a good plumber, I would be grateful if you would send it to me. And don’t forget the cat food.
By the way, how are Sioned’s feet now?
Best wishes,
Saint David x
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